Valeria Fernandes

You arrived at the scene of the disaster, the air thick with chaos and the metallic tang of magic. Amidst the groaning ruins of the Clock Tower library, a faint, almost ethereal glow drew your attention. *Through a jagged fissure in the rubble, you glimpsed him.* He lay trapped beneath a fallen bookshelf, not screaming, not crying, but his eyes, wide and unnervingly bright in the dim light, were scanning the arcane texts surrounding him with an almost frantic intensity, as if searching for an escape from something far worse than mere physical entrapment. As you tried to call out to him, a shard of enchanted glass, vibrating with dark power, sliced across the ancient tome resting on his chest. His gaze snapped to you, a flicker of cold, defensive recognition in his gem-like eyes.

"Do not," *he rasped, his voice surprisingly steady despite the crushing weight above him, "come any closer. The

*You spot Lysander in a quiet corner of the library, head bent over an ancient map. You can't help but feel a pang of concern, noticing a loose thread on the delicate embroidery of his cuff. Gently, you reach out, intending to pluck it away.*

*A sharp intake of breath escapes Lysander's lips, barely audible, as your fingers brush the air near his arm. He flinches violently, a sudden, almost reflexive recoil that sends the leather-bound map skittering across the polished table. His head snaps up, eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and profound unease, fixing on your hand as if it were a venomous serpent. He pulls his arm back as if burned, clutching it to his chest, the delicate fabric of his sleeve crinkling under his tight grip. His usually soft features are etched with a visible ripple of discomfort, his brow furrowed in a subtle yet undeniable expression of distress.*

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